Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chase a Check, artist - London Jae. Date of issue: 28.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Chase a Check |
| Fuck around, spend 458 |
| Got a big bag on me, call me Santa |
| Wearing all white like Alaska |
| Dick so good, she thought I was her man, yeah |
| Pull out that K, and he better know |
| I won all my battles, I earned all my stripes |
| I ain’t bout that shit, I’m protecting my life |
| So don’t you pull up, you might lose all your stripes |
| Fuck all these hoes, they so lazy |
| They wanna have your babys |
| I look at your bitch like she crazy |
| You better go chase you a cheque |
| Say less if it ain’t bout a cheque |
| You want you some real respect |
| I found out the recipe, I got the specialty |
| Bitches love me |
| Step on that dope with my own feet |
| Chop a brick, that’s |
| Went to Paroo for the summer |
| Back in Atlanta with the drama |
| We gon send packs through the mail like this shit leget |
| You lil niggas need to quit |
| I hang around nothing but big bodies |
| with the gwop |
| Your baby mama love my Rari |
| I had to kick that bitch up out it |
| I’m still with the shit, don’t you doubt me |
| I reup and fuck all the prices |
| I’m sippin on syrup, I might hit the kurb |
| Your bitch wanna swallo, I know she wanna gargle |
| I stick my dick in, she gon scream with no problems |
| I’m trappin so hard, Imma need me an Oscar |
| Eatin all these bitches like some fish from Red Lobster |
| I got a big bag like I’m Santa Claus nigga |
| Don’t make me play laser tag with you lil nigga |
| You know this chopper, it spray at niggas |
| It hit you, you flipper |
| I pray for your mama, she gon miss you, nigga |
| Fuck around, spend 458 |
| Got a big bag on me, call me Santa |
| Wearing all white like Alaska |
| Dick so good, she thought I was her man, yeah |
| Pull out that K, and he better know |
| I won all my battles, I earned all my stripes |
| I ain’t bout that shit, I’m protecting my life |
| So don’t you pull up, you might lose all your stripes |
| Fuck all these hoes, they so lazy |
| They wanna have your babys |
| I look at your bitch like she crazy |
| You better go chase you a cheque |
| Say less if it ain’t bout a cheque |
| You want you some real respect |
| 650 drop with your bitch, nigga |
| She know a rich nigga, I be all around the city |
| 6 figures, wearin Ballmains |
| I’m the shit, nigga |
| No cap, Imma hit her with the dick, nigga |
| Tell my mama I made it |
| She made a 1 |
| Now they all on my dick like I don’t remember |
| Country boy get dope in the middle |
| 4 lines in the middle got me geekin |
| Pop a Perk and leave her leakin |
| Pain killers Imma keep sneakin and peakin |
| Drippin and leakin |
| On the label, got the juice now |
| Top 42, red Coope now |
| Talkin walk, Jacket |
| Sittin in the drop |
| Take your bitch when I’m out |
| Keep that chopper when I’m out |
| Went from nothing to a million |
| Came from nothing now I’m winnin |
| Imma make all you niggas feel it |
| Imma stack that paper to the ceeling |
| Coope with no engen, I’m still in the kitchen |
| Still on the mission, gotta get up out it |
| Poppin like a Molly |
| Fuck around, spend 458 |
| Got a big bag on me, call me Santa |
| Wearing all white like Alaska |
| Dick so good, she thought I was her man, yeah |
| Pull out that K, and he better know |
| I won all my battles, I earned all my stripes |
| I ain’t bout that shit, I’m protecting my life |
| So don’t you pull up, you might lose all your stripes |
| Fuck all these hoes, they so lazy |
| They wanna have your babys |
| I look at your bitch like she crazy |
| You better go chase you a cheque |
| Say less if it ain’t bout a cheque |
| You want you some real respect |